Exactly a year ago, I was admitted into a hospital after being overcome by weakness, and was unable to walk. Neurologists were baffled as they were not able to pinpoint the exact cause of the neurological dysfunction. Every single investigative test that was ordered showed up as ‘normal’. After ten days of being admitted, other tests revealed that my heart had multiple arrhythmias. A quick MRI revealed myocarditis and I was quickly sent to the ICU to be monitored. It was confirmed that the Pfizer vaccine I received caused acute myocarditis, dysautonomia and nerve sensitivity. A week later, the cardiologist sent me to back to the recovery ward and discharged me 72 hours later. I spent 22 days in hospital. My husband and daughter’s lives changed forever. My life changed forever. It was just the beginning of a very frustrating, and tiring journey for us all.
Medical interventions since being discharged
During the first month, there were weekly visits with the cardiologist, neurologists and General Practitioner (GP). Routine blood work, stress tests, and more neurological tests were ordered. The blood work now showed elevated thyroid levels (Hashimotos). I failed the stress test after less than a minute – even with the nurse holding me up). My legs just could not hold me up. The only ‘new’ information was that it was very probable that the neurological issues were being triggered by the myocarditis. The inflammation could very well be all over the body. The neurologist ordered a biopsy in two months. The weeks went by very slowly. I would wake up, make some breakfast, and then have to sleep or rest the entire day. The sinking feeling in my heart still occurred every so often, and the pins and needles /electrical shocks were still triggered once I did too much - IE washing the dishes!
What recovery has looked like
‘Progress’ was marked by the number of steps I could take unassisted. They gradually reached approximately 1500 steps after 3 months. At this point, my life was limited to the apartment, and for any appointment or trip outside, my husband picked me up from the doorstep and drove me around. We had to cater food (have food delivered) because even cooking was too tiring. There were many days where my daughter would return from school and she would see me lying on the couch. She would just gently embrace me and pray that mama would get better soon.
By the sixth month, I had reached 2500-3000 steps a day. I could now prepare a light meal, but daily naps were still required. Visits to the doctors were every three months at this point. Each time, they repeated the same phrase, ‘The only cure is rest’. By now, I was taken off all medications (beta-blockers, steroids). It was very frustrating that there was nothing else that they would do. They refused to do a D-dimer test or even a follow up MRI of the heart.
Unfortunately, just after Christmas, the whole family caught covid. Both my unvaccinated husband and mother-in-law took hydroxychloroquine and it took two days to recover, however mine dragged out. My heart became very weak again, and I was back on full rest – almost like when I was first discharged from hospital again. My daughter only complained of a headache and barely had a fever.
At this point, I had joined various groups on Telegram, and was chatting with various people about vaccine injuries and possible treatments. The great thing about Telegram is that you have people from all walks of life contributing to conversations, as well as doctors, nurses, scientists, providing excellent information about treating covid. And by this time there were lots of studies showing some successful treatments for vaccine injuries. I had already started taking NAC, Coq10, Selenium, Magnesium, Vitamins C and D, fish oils and even a well known detoxifying Chinese herb ‘Ban Lan Gen’. It was at this time that I started looking into finding an integrative medical doctor in the city.
Taking the alternative medical route
After calling a few local integrative medical centers, one stood out so we made the call and got an appointment a week later. The center had asked for all the medical history to be forwarded to the attending physician. During the appointment, she listened intently and was very sympathetic. I wasn’t rushed, or even given the ‘you’re imagining this’ look. On the contrary, she explained in detail how the vaccine had impacted my body and provided a treatment plan. It would take at least eight weeks if not more, but it was a start. The recommendation was Mitochondrial Therapy, Ozone Therapy and Intensive Micro-nutrition with Endovenous Therapy. All of this was done intravenously.
After the first treatment session, I felt extremely weak. The next day I was too weak to even get out of bed. The doctor did say that this could be a possibility. Even then, after a quick phone call to the center, the doctor immediately called to check up on me and followed up very closely. The next session was postponed a week, so that I could recover. Each session took around an hour. The sessions got less and less ‘intense’ on my body. By the 6th session, I could go about doing my daily routine. During this month we found out that Malaysia had finally open its borders, and for the first time in almost a year, we entertained the thought of taking a flight.
Taking a long-haul flight
It was not an easy decision at all. The main reason we felt a urgency to go was because my father was quite ill and it was not looking good. So after speaking with my new doctor, she advised me to take a shot of Heparin (blood thinner) before the flight to reduce the risks of blood clotting. Even right up until a day before the flight, I was worried about how my heart would take the flight and long journey. It’s a good thing my husband had requested for wheelchair services all for all the layovers. This definitely was the game changer for us. I don’t think I would have been able to walk through either Doha or Kuala Lumpur airports. So we successfully made it to Malaysia and caught up with family there. Any ‘visiting’ was always from doorstep to doorstep to reduce any strain on my health. On the whole, my health did quite alright, except towards the end when I did a little too much. I definitely felt the pain and weakness then.
Ivermectin for vaccine injury?
It was also at this time, I was speaking with another doctor who was treating patients with myocarditis due to the vaccine. She had successfully treated five of them with Ivermectin! She sent me her research and did say that the only drawback so far was that patients that stopped the treatment felt the flutter in their hearts again . So for now they would continue taking Ivermectin until until further research and findings give new insights.
To my surprise, after the fourth week of taking a weekly dose of Ivermectin, I really felt and saw progress. I was now at 4000-4500 steps, and the flutters and tingling sensations weren’t as frequent. Could it be as simple as this one pill? Has Ivermectin been the treatment for covid and vaccine injuries all along? It would make sense since it’s dealing with the spike proteins. But I’m not a doctor, and Ivermectin has been so demonized. But it’s working for me…
Reflection
So as I sit here and think about that first day in hospital, the insecurity and being at death’s doorstep, the farewell videos I made my husband and daughter, the medical gas-lighting by several doctors, the good doctors that helped and really went out of their way to save my life, the people (both provax and antivax) that showed up and helped my family get past the uncertain first few months and stayed by our side, friends I’ve lost, friends I’ve gained, the new path we as a family have decided to take; I hate that it happened this way, but I am so happy that we are on a whole different path than we ever dreamed of. Living the now, being present, living for us...